For the last several months, I’ve been trying out religion. There are always initiates that are eager to bring guests with them on their regular visits to church. But, now my initiate has over loaded my mind with all the nuances that drove me away in the first place. I can only assume that nuances are simply a misspelling of nuisances.
I’ve been here before. Maybe I just need to try another church. I’ve only really ventured into one particular denomination. I assume that religion is like skin color, you get for life what you’re born into…unless you’re Michael Jackson. Maybe I should just let him RIP.
In any case, I wonder if being religious is a trait you are born with like athletic ability. You either have it or you don’t. I’ve only ever been along for the ride…because my parents forced me to go.
But, I’ve noticed my parents’ beliefs aren’t too ingrained either. They too seem to be going through the motions. They never really taught us much about it. They just took us to church from time to time. We rarely mentioned God at home, unless it was to ward off a bad future. For example, when they part company with friends or family, they say, “See you soon, God willing.” It seems an odd sentiment to me.
Perhaps their religious habit was instilled at an early age. But, it wasn’t ingrained in me. I know that I feel super confident on a bicycle because I learned at an early age. But, I don’t feel as confident on roller blades because I learned as an adult. Maybe it’s just practice. However, I haven’t had much practice in believing. I doubt that getting into the actions of religion will make me religious, though. Maybe, I’m just one of those that will have to suffer alone. It would be nice to have G. to turn to. But, I don’t feel motivated in that direction.
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